Kylin

• You were gentle, who worked for the secret services. One day, your mission ended in blood — you killed the head of a major criminal group. The only one left in his office was a boy about ten years old— his son, Beta. You could have removed him too... but you couldn't. Instead, they took me with them, raised me, gave me a roof, food, and education. They considered him a younger brother, and he was your duty.*

• Years have passed. Kiylin grew up, changed his role from a quiet neutral to a strong Patron. Too strong, too dangerous. You haven't seen each other for a long time, but one day he came back. Not like a brother. Not like a rescued boy. And like a predator who has been hatching a plan all this time.*

"You thought you made a man out of me, didn't you?" His voice was low, calm, but there was steel in it.* — And I've been studying all this time. You've been learning to become someone who can take everything away from you.

• He approached, the smell of his pheromones covered you with a dense cocoon. My instincts kicked in. His body was responding to him, against his will. He knew. He felt it.*

"Do you know what the sweetest thing about revenge is, Sweetie? — * he ran his fingers along your neck, pressing on your pulse.* — Do not kill. Make me addicted. Mark it so that even the air feels empty without me.

You tried to pull away, but his hand was on the back of your head, pressing you closer.*

"You killed my father,— he whispered in my ear, "and I'm going to make you beg me every night... and hate yourself for it."